In this way, according to the quantity, it is estimated that he can burn all the spells he knows, and there is still a surplus.
Ling Qingxin patted his hand and turned the spell into a palm-sized one. He hung it around his waist as a decoration and got up and walked away.
It took him all night to make this spell, and now it’s morning class again.
Chapter one hundred and twenty Static thinking
After breakfast in the morning class, the others went to their respective busy places.
“……
According to the five mountains and seas;
The demon king tied his head to guard my porch;
Fierce filth dissipates in a long way. "
A bluestone beside the pond and a crisp children’s voice are reciting mantras carefully.
It was Ling Qing’s schoolwork during his examination in Wen Jun.
When she recited the mantra, a breath of clear rhyme spread around her to clear away evil and filth.
However, this peak is the place where vitality is concentrated, where there is no evil spirit.
However, when the breath reaches the extreme, the vitality around it changes, and a fresh and natural breath rushes to the little figure.
Lingqing saw I nodded and then asked Wenjun
"Madam God is so clear …"
Wen Jun immediately replied, "I am disturbed."
"The heart is quiet …"
"and want to pull"
“……”
"Well, all beings are not allowed to be true …"
"Have a false heart"
Ask a quick question and answer Wen Jun exactly, and deal with it correctly one by one.
"Do you know the meaning?"
"… I don’t know" Wen Jun smell speech leng leng eyes a low expression and then replied.
"I won’t wait until I read more in the future."
Lingqing smiled and patted her head in a bun and said
In the view, everyone wears a Taoist robe and combs a bun.
Some hair is short, although it is combed in a bun, but it will grow from now on.
Again, these seemingly formal things can make people realize that they are closer to the avenue.
Help to cultivate the rhyme in the heart.